At dusk I leave the hills behind,
The moon escorts me all the way.
Looking back, I see the path wind
Across the woods so green and grey.
We come to your cot hand in hand,
Your lad opens the gate for me.
Bamboos along the alley stand
And vines caress my cloak with glee.
I’m glad to talk and drink good wine
Together with my hermit friend.
We sing the songs of wind and pine,
And stars are set when singings end.
I’m drunk and you’re merry and glad:
We both forget the world is sad.